BS: Ok, I know the title is pretty cheesy, but I wanted something to do with Daisy since she technically is the first save and decided she should get the title named for her. Also, for those of you that have played the game, I know right away Daisy escapes, but it will make more sense why I made it a bigger time gap at the end of the chapter. Other than that, here's another chapter and I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Far Cry 3 or any recognizable characters, just Chelsea and Nol.

SharpAngel: Yeah, she probably shouldn't have, but she was starving and her mind was pretty much just letting her eat whatever looked edible. So I kinda went with it I guess. Idk, just wanted her to finally eat I guess and she can't really cook anything without a fire, and since its a Island in Bangkok and she's been in New York her whole life, she really can't recognize any plant since shes never really been in nature. Anyways, thanks for liking the chapter, means a lot to get reviews and what you think so far. :)

ChapterSeven: Sniffing Daisy's

Nol became my alarm clock for the next few days. Weather it be just telling me to get up, or running me through some sick sort of drill saying pirates were attacking, or something dumb like that. My tired mind couldn't really process what he was doing until he did it, but it got me up and helped with training, so apparently that was enough for him.
Nol said my wounds were healing nicely, that it would be awhile until they would be like they used to, but I could still move without further injuring myself as long as it wasn't to strenuous. So,instead of my life being constant worry for survival, it was now focused on knowing every nook and cranny of any gun he presented to me.
On the first day, he taught me what every little thing did, like how to reload, how to turn the safety on-which disturbingly enough he told me I would rarely ever do- and then how to always be prepared to run out of ammo when in a gunfight; to carry two or more guns with you at all times, even if it seems took roughly a whole day, with only a few minor breaks.

The next day we moved onto aiming and firing. Every gun he had, had a silencer, making each gunshot..well almost silenced. There was a small spring noise every time you fired, but putting a scope on it and firing from long range was probably the best strategy I had heard from him. After I could tell him anything he asked about guns, we moved on to other minor things such as knife throwing and how to silently kill someone with said knife.

We found I had excellent aim when throwing at targets, so not much time was spent on that. It was the next weapon that I had the most experience with.
Compound bows. they were silent, you knew when you were out of arrows', and they could be used from almost any range. I loved them, and my nearly perfect aim with them was even close to impressing Nol.

Three days of nonstop work proved itself, and as the fourth came rolling around, I was soon hunting with guns, bows, and knives. While we were out, Nol made sure to tell me things about the plants and animals on the island, but mostly pointing them all out on the map he gave me. He told me what areas were infested with which animals, and what plants did what.

I found out that Arrowroot, Screwpine, and Aloe were the main healing plants around the island. While Arrowroot was easily digestible and was even found in most baby food and cakes, Screwpine was only good for it's buoyant seeds and leaves which made good mats. Aloe's use was pretty obvious as I've used it as ointment for sunburns on more than one occasion. Even with these differences all three could still be used in some form of healing. Nol advised to stay away from anything else except the healing plants, for if they weren't mixed right they could deal some serious damage to the user.[1]
It was the fifth day that seemed to be the most vital...
"Chelsea, get up. We gotta leave." Nol's usually calm and collected tone was more rushed than I was used to, and groggily I sat up. I momentarily watched as Nol sat up from the radio and grabbed a few guns, attaching an ammo belt across his dirtied dark brown t-shirt and sticking a knife in his right black combat boot. His movements were fluid and skilled even as he quickly geared up, giving me one last pointed look before walking outside.
"Right." I finally came to my senses, jumping up and getting my equipment ready. I put a knife in my boot like Nol had done, slinging a leather arrow quiver across my back and adjusting it before I picked up my light wood bow and stuffed a loaded pistol in my belt holster. I bounded outside, not stopping my pace as I skillfully slid in the army green jeep Nol had pulled up in front, grabbing onto the side as he floored it down the path and towards an unknown destination.
"Nol, where are we going, I thought we weren't supposed to be seen." I frowned as I looked over the the man, his chiseled face set in a tight and serious expression.
"The pirates are transporting one of your friends." He suddenly told me as we went over a bump, jostling me in my seat a bit as I looked forward, then back at him.
"Did you hear which one?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"No, but if you want to save them now is our only chance. The pirates are careful what they say on the radio's now a day and if we don't take the opportunity one might not show up again." He took a sharp turn and I braced myself against the jeep's frame.
"Well how long until we get there?"
"We'll be intercepting them any second now actually." He slammed on the brakes without warning and I was only millimeters from slamming my face against the dash. If it wasn't for the situation at hand I probably would have ripped him a new one. "Now, this is where your training comes in." He turned to me before glancing down the hill. "Stop the car, shoot the men, do whatever you want to get your friend out of there. I'll cover you both if anything happens." He reassured, though I still sat there sputtering. The most I ever shot was a deer or some small boar, and that was nothing like taking a human life.
They have your friends. I reminded myself, quickly getting out of the vehicle and walking to edge of the hill. Nol and I stood in the shadows of a few trees, waiting for the vehicle to come racing down the road with one of my friends inside. As soon as I heard the roar of the engine I pulled out an arrow and placed it in my bow, taking the end and pulling it back with the bow string as I waited for the right moment. I felt my palms sweat a bit as I pulled my hand right up next to my face, my breathing steady and my mind focused on what I had to do.
When the vehicle came in my line of sight, I took a deep breath and followed it, aiming the deadly arrow before abruptly letting go of the string. It only took what seemed like a second before the arrow hit its mark, the tip tearing through flesh and muscle and driving itself through the pirate drivers throat. The other two men on the jeep yelled out in surprise and shock as the car started to spin out of control, yelling to each other as the bright red vehicle smashed into a nearby tree. I pulled another arrow out, skillfully aiming it and letting it fly like the other had, I did the same with the next, both hitting their marks and lodging themselves deep in the pirates chest.
"I got it." I slid down the steep slope, shoes scraping against the dirt before I reached the road. I put the bow on my back and pulled the pistol out of its holster, crouching a bit as I slunk forward and towards the smoking armored vehicle.
when I reached the back I took a steady breath, examining the lock for a moment before pulling out my knife and slamming the hilt on the metal lock. After two hits it broke, falling to the ground with a dull thud and leaving me to freely open the doors. I roughly tugged back on the metal handle, pulling it all the way open and using my other hand to do the same to the other side of the door. I wondered which one of my friends would be held up inside, and what condition they would be in. How many cuts and bruises? How scarred were they not just physically, but mentally and even emotionally. Would they even want to see me? Knowing I ran and left them?

As light flooded into the compartment, The mess of blonde hair and frightened green eyes that looked up at me immediately gave away who it was, and as I looked at her both of us had a moment of recognition before I stepped into the vehicle.

"Chelsea?" Daisy's voice cracked as she said my name and I nodded, cutting the binds around her hands and feet to let her move.
"It's me." I confirmed and her arms flew around my shoulders as she started crying.
"We were so worried." She sniffled and I hugged her back, trying to sooth her and give her some comforting words. "We thought you were dead, maybe taken. Keith was freaking out-and we got separated-" I held her back by her shoulders, making sure she looked into my eyes.
"I know. I got some help and we're gonna get you someplace safe okay?" I asked and Daisy nodded, not able to really say anything as she wiped away her tears.
"Let's go then." We stood to get up, to finally leave the compartment before my walkie-talkie turned on.
"Chelsea, there's two more trucking coming up." I heard Nol's voice pipe up from the device, and I quickly pulled back the compartment doors, pushing myself back as I stood in front of Daisy and aimed my pistol at the door.
"Got it." I quickly muttered into the device before putting it back on my jeans line. "Ok, when those doors open, I'm going to shoot and we're gonna try to make a run for it." I told my friend.
"Okay, got it." She said shakily as the two other cars pulled up. I listened for footsteps as they approached, heart racing as the doors seemed to open in slow motion. As soon as I saw red I pulled the trigger, the shot echoing both in the compartment and outside.
It was after that first shot that all hell broke loose.

[1]- honestly, I find that plants that making combat, exploration, and hunting better aren't that realistic, so I'm just sticking with the green ones for now.